Chapitre 837: Let's meet again if fate wills it

Actually, before that platoon commander was stretchered over, the soldiers who carried him here had given up hope.

Although they were not doctors, they could still understand that after a person was hacked in the abdomen with an axe and spilled their guts, not even God could save them, especially if the treatment was delayed for half an hour.

So the soldiers had only cried in front of the hospital because they had lost their rationality.

But little did they expect that with Wang Jing's stitching and Ren Xiaosu's application of the black medicine, their platoon commander's pale face actually turned pink again.

The scariest thing was that their platoon commander's crotch suddenly…

A soldier wiped his tears and muttered, "Comrades, a dead person shouldn't react that way, right?"

"Of course they won't. Didn't Platoon Commander lose a lot of blood? Why is he still getting a rush of blood there…."